Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Ah, I see, it's Malfoy!"

Ron suddenly yelled and grabbed Harry's hand excitedly, and Harry nodded with the same excitement.

Ron's shout attracted the attention of most of the young wizards in the common room, and the students cast curious glances at him.

"What's going on, Harry, Ron?"

Neville, who was fiddling with his wand, looked over here twice, then walked over and asked.

But Harry and Ron had no time to pay attention to Neville. They held the little boy on both sides. Ron's voice trembled.

"You saw it. Oh, no, did you hear me say that I was going to return the Spike UFO to you? Last Saturday?"

"I don't want the wolf tooth flying saucer anymore--"

Chazelle turned pale and hunched his shoulders, trying to break free from Harry and Ron's grip.

"Don't be afraid, boy—"

Ron patted Chazelle's shoulder in a condescending manner.

"Tell me, you saw me last Saturday, didn't you? I mean, after I confiscated your Spike Flying Saucer?"

Harry also stared at Chazelle's face.

"Yes, you and your girlfriend, in the common room—"

Chazelle winced and nodded.

"At that time, I wanted to ask you to return my Spike UFO to me. You looked a little strange at that time. You looked very impatient and said that you were busy and needed to wait for a few days. I thought you planned to stay and play for a few days by yourself."

Ron rolled his eyes and then looked at Harry.

"There is no doubt that what this kid saw at that time were Malfoy and Parkinson!"

Harry nodded excitedly.

"what's next?"

Harry asked in a serious tone,

"Ma I mean, what did Ron and Pansy do?"

"You parted in the common room and went back to your dormitories—"

That was a strange question, Chazelle thought, but he went on to tell it like it was.
"Then I left the lounge with my friend. May I leave now?"

Chazelle looked at Ron warily.

"Oh"

Ron let go of Chazelle's shoulders and waved his hand in disappointment.

"That proves nothing, does it?"

Neville, who had been listening to the two of them with a frown on his face, finally understood.

"The little guy only saw the fake you and Pansy, but he didn't know who was impersonating you, right?"

"Damn you Malfoy--"

Ron, who thought there was some clue, said angrily,

"He is extremely cunning, just like his father. Oh, I can't find any flaws!"

Harry sighed in dismay, sat down and began to pack his things.

A week has passed, and perhaps Malfoy has already sent the sword out of Hogwarts in a way they did not expect.

"Speaking of -"

Looking at Harry and Ron who were both somewhat depressed, Neville moved his lips. He caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the boy who was put back by Ron and Harry was huddled in the sofa in front of the chest of drawers, pointing at this place with his friends.

Smiling in his heart, Neville raised his eyebrows slightly.

"That little guy is quite clever, isn't he? Professor Brian is very strict about dangerous items, but he was able to get the Spike Flying Saucer into the school. When you confiscated that thing, did you ask him how he did it?"

"Oh, it's no big deal--"

Ron tilted his head and said disapprovingly,

"It just takes a little courage. This little guy used a spell to open Filch's office. That old jerk doesn't have Professor Braine's ability. He only needs one."

"Filch's office!" Harry, who was packing his things listlessly, stood up with a bang. His half-packed bag fell to the ground, and the things inside fell to the ground!
"What's wrong, Harry?"

Ron asked, looking confused.

But Harry just stared at Ron in confusion, a storm of thoughts brewing in his mind.

Suddenly, Harry kicked the small wooden table in front of him away and ran quickly towards the portrait of the Fat Lady, leaving only a sentence of "Follow me" to Ron.

Ron and Neville looked at each other, then quickened their pace and followed.

The three boys ran wildly in the empty castle and headed downstairs.

"What on earth did you find out, Harry?"

Even Neville was confused by Harry's inexplicable behavior. He followed Harry and asked him as he looked at his flushed cheeks due to excitement.

“I just can’t understand it!”

Harry exclaimed,

"How did Malfoy and Parkinson pretend to be you and Lavender, Ron!"

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“It’s not a combination.”

"Polyjuice Potion, of course!"

Harry continued,
"But how did he get the Polyjuice Potion? Oh, I don't believe he has Hermione's ability to brew a complicated potion like the Polyjuice Potion on his own.

Also, Professor Brain checked his and Parkinson's wands that night. They didn't use the Stunning Spell, which means that Malfoy has at least two more wands hidden!
But how did he bring these things into Hogwarts? Whether it was Polyjuice Potion or a spell, it would attract the attention of the school!"

"Oh!"

Ron pushed the hair away from his eyes, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets enough to prove his shock and excitement.

"I see. He used the post office to buy Polyjuice Potion and wands just like that little guy, and stole them from Professor Brains' office before Filch sent them to him for examination!"

The three of them swept through the spiral staircase like a gust of wind, causing the portraits in the frames on the wall to complain.

"I kind of know when he broke into Filch's office!"

Harry's eyes flickered with reminiscence.

Once, Malfoy strangely left his friends in the middle of the meal and went alone to the corridor on the first floor to the right of the entrance hall.

He was curious at the time and used the invisibility cloak to chase after him to check, but he lost Malfoy in that closed corridor.

Now that I think about it, Malfoy must have broken into Filch's office!
"That night!"

Harry leaped up to the corner of the stairs on the third floor and stopped to catch his breath.

"The professors searched the castle and checked Malfoy's dormitory, but neither the Polyjuice Potion nor the new wand was found.
If Malfoy hadn't destroyed them, he must have hidden them back in Filch's office because no professor would check Filch's office, including Filch himself!"

Probably!

Ron thought for a few seconds, and his eyes lit up.

"So that means!"

Neville also figured it out, and he looked very excited.
"Professor Brian is gone."

"Wait, Neville!"

Harry suddenly shouted harshly, straightened up while holding onto the guardrail, squinted his eyes and listened to something.

Da da da
At the bottom of the spiral staircase, the faint sound of footsteps gradually became clearer.

"If it's any professor, just say you're accompanying me on patrol!"

Ron's mind was racing as he spoke to Harry and Neville.

But the person who actually appeared in front of them made the three of them frown at the same time.
"Crabbe?"

Looking at the big guy in front of him, Ron narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"What are you doing here? You are alone. Where is your good friend Goyle?"

Before the third year, Crabbe and Goyle were Malfoy's loyal guards, but after Professor Blaine started physical education classes, he gradually stopped playing with these two stupid big guys.

The presence of Harry and the other two also made Crabbe raise his eyebrows, but he calmed down in a short moment.

Crabbe stared at Harry and the other two and said in a muffled voice,
"It has nothing to do with you, make way for me!" (End of this chapter)